Got up this morning to find Amazon is being dodgy about a particular book of mine (though not That Damn Werelion Book yet, it seems), so that’s irritating to deal with before coffee. However, the dog days are over, so the Demon’s Librarian sale is going ahead. Yes, there were technical difficulties last month–all mine, I am sad to report–but it’s all fixed now and the sale is proceeding apace.
It was a long weekend, mostly full of fatigue. I did get the proof pages for Duty (Ghost Squad #2) turned around and in, though I was struggling with a mild reaction to the latest bivalent vaccine. Nothing much–a slight fever, arm soreness, muscle aches, fatigue. Certainly it’s better than getting the plague proper, and my body tends to cook itself at the drop of a hat so a fever is nothing new. Still, it was unpleasant, and I didn’t get to recording the first story from The Pearl for my upcoming Victorian-erotica reading.
Ah well. I suppose I’ll get around to it later, in all my copious spare time.
This morning while I walk Boxnoggin I’ll have to plan out a certain scene in Hell’s Acre. I need to know how exactly Brother Jacob manages to convince the Widow Rudrill that he’s not a scoundrel intent upon compromising poor dear Miss Dove. (Who will be mightily amused by the whole thing, at least when she’s not worried about her “uncle.”) Then, this afternoon, it will be time for Cold North revisions. I’m excited to be finally working on this book again–everything in the last few months has conspired to keep me away from this series, but now I can finally devote most of my time to it. Which is good, because right after Boon 1 is revised I need to get Book 2 written, which will probably happen during NaNoWriMo.
So, Duty should be out in October–that was the hurry to get the proof pages turned around–and after that I’ll have a bit of a rest, working on new stuff while the release schedule calms down. There have been a lot of video meetings in the past few weeks while everything gets sorted, and I’d really like to just retreat into my cave and work for a while.
Oh, and I need to get another fraction of Varney the Vampyre reread, so I’m ready for the Reading with Lili session on Wednesday. We’ll be talking about why Varney is important in the Western vampire canon, how it set the tone for much of what came afterward, and just how gloriously purple the prose is.
I love throbbing purple prose. But then, you knew that about me.
Before all that, Boxnoggin needs his walk while I ponder the problems of Brother Jacob, and then my weary corpse needs a somewhat gentle run to shake the last of the vaccine reaction out. And I hope Amazon isn’t going to keep being silly, though I’m sure my vocal criticism of their business practices means they are simply aching for a chance to do so. Ah well.
It’s a Monday, and my arm still hurts a bit. Which will add all sorts of fun to the daily shamble, I’m sure. I hope your beginning-of-the-week is peaceful, my friends–or that together, we can wallop it into being so.
Once more into the weekly breach…